King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga turned to Jemma Alexander and after a moment said, "Let's straighten this out...

The big shots' affairs don't need my meddling, right?"

"That's right, the security for the pharmaceutical companies and various charitable foundations will be handled by the United Nations Security department."

Joe Ga nodded and said, "Then the first thing I need to do is to ensure the safety of that 'Singing Praises' film crew, right?"

Jemma nodded and said, "Pretty much, set up a security handbook, assign personnel to follow the shoot while ensuring their safety.

But this part isn't free, because the sponsorship from the pharmaceutical companies includes the cost of security.

Since they have to track the use and the actual effects of the drugs, their filming period is about half a year, and the security cost is roughly 500,000.

Of course, if you think that isn't enough, I can negotiate with them a bit more."

Joe Ga waved his hand and said, "What place is this? If they want my protection, 500,000 is definitely not enough. How precious is my time?

That 40 million special fund will definitely end up in the accounts of those four pharmaceutical companies sponsoring you.

With my superficial understanding of drugs, excluding the R&D costs, the production cost is frighteningly low.

To put it another way, those seemingly generous pharmaceutical companies not only gained fame but also effectively took back the money and made a fortune on the side, and the previous 20 million donation can even be used to apply for a tax exemption.

Those people made a bundle, and then they earned a reputation; this, damn it, is what you call a good deal."

Saying that, Joe Ga looked at Jemma, who now had an unnatural expression, and said, "And what about me? I build a hospital for you and then have to bear the pressure to ensure your security.

What do I get? The friendship of a princess?"

Jemma, looking somewhat embarrassed, said, "It's not what you think, um, this, my mother is a major shareholder of a pharmaceutical company, so...

I can indirectly take 5 million out of that 40 million for security expenses. Find more to read on empire

Originally, my idea was to use this money to hire a security team, but after discussing the situation here with my parents, they felt that I should talk to you first."

Looking a bit uncomfortable, Jemma continued, "I'm very sorry for conducting some investigation into you without your permission.

Your contract with the Central African Republic is on record with the African Union's institutions, and the dealings of P.B. International Military Services Company along the Kenya to Central African route are easy to inquire about, my parents and I have seen them.

My mother is a lawyer, and she says that, judging from the contract, you are someone who demands legitimacy in legal terms.

Although there are some flaws in the arms dealing project, your lawyers have cunningly eradicated any legal troubles for you.

Her suggestion is that if I can reach an agreement with you, getting you to agree to ensure my safety for the next 5 years, then I can give you that 5 million.

But the precondition is that you have to register an international military contracting company in America, and then sign a formal security contract with me.

If you encounter difficulties, my father can assist you in making sure your company gets the international military contracting qualification."

"In other words, as long as you agree to relocate your company's registration to America, you can qualify for contracting American military contracts."

"You might not care too much about this, but you should know that a military contracting company recognized by the American military also possesses the 'end-user qualification' certified by NATO."

After hearing this, Joe Ga pinched the bridge of his nose hard and then looked at Jemma, who actually seemed quite guilty, and he let out a sigh of exclamation…

He had been mistaken before; this woman's parents were not trying to trick her, but rather using their own power and resources, they had managed to scaffold an expressway to heaven for their daughter without spending a penny or even making a profit!

A medical company held by the wife of a Navy Medical Lieutenant General must be a significant company, after all.

This charity event was initiated by him, so out of the 40 million in targeted funds, 20 million could be allocated to thank the medical companies that helped, and he could swallow the remaining 20 million, taking out 5 million in profit through donations or some other means…

Why do they need him to move his company's registration to America?

The first reason, of course, is to ensure their daughter's safety!

They use their power to provide conveniences for Joe Ga's company, drawing closer the relationship between the two parties, and also anchoring Joe Ga and P.B. Company in America, so he wouldn't dare play any tricks.

Of course, no one would verbally acknowledge the latter content because Joe Ga did indeed benefit, and they could indeed feel more at ease because of it.

The second point is more interesting…

Once Joe Ga's company is based in America, there are numerous other methods to handle the 5 million dollars in security expenses.

They could choose to invest in Joe Ga's company in the form of a charity fund, or pay in other ways, such as some military contracting work, or even armament orders from overseas United State Army bases—these are all high-profit ventures.

For the first time, Joe Ga directly saw the way the people at the apex of the world pyramid conducted business!

Jemma Alexander's family might not be at the utmost elite level, but their manipulation of power, connections, and financial instruments left Joe Ga somewhat awe-struck.

Earning money on one hand, cultivating connections on the other, paving the way for their daughter, all the while attempting to secure an amulet for her.

Once Joe Ga nods in agreement, not only would Jemma gain security, but her undertakings in the Central African Republic would also proceed smoothly.

It wouldn't matter if Joe Ga didn't agree; 5 million was enough to hire an elite force.

And if 5 million wasn't enough, they could always add another 5 million—it would simply mean taking out a bit more of the money they had already earned.

The interest in Joe Ga was just because he was not only strong in force but also a real 'local snake'.

In the contract for his mine with the Central African Government, there was also a tremendous amount of land included, and their daughter was going to work right there.

Any businessman with a bit of ambition wouldn't object to having someone like Jemma on his turf.

A group of elite doctors, bringing their own provisions and medication, not asking for money or risking their lives, coming to your turf to provide free medical services without complaint or regret—if anyone objected to that, they would be out of their mind.

Having understood everything, Joe Ga shook his head slightly, then looked at TC, who was always smiling, and said with a tone laced with envy, "Buddy, how did you manage to woo this Princess? You should write a book; many men in this world need it…"

As soon as TC heard this, he knew Joe Ga had essentially agreed. He wrapped his arm around Jemma's shoulder, looked at his fiancée, who still felt somewhat embarrassed about the private investigation of Joe Ga, and said with a smile, "I don't even know. Maybe it was the prayers I made to God every time I was drunk that worked, so He arranged for an Angel to come and save my soul."